Let me tell you a little story about what happened at work tonight and why we didn’t get out until 1 in the morning.

So I’m standing there in my little drive-thru station giving change to the last car in line (this is about 10:30 at night; we close at 11) when I notice a gaggle of these guys run over to the little drive-thru speaker in a car formation (four of them in a square). So I tell Garrett over the headset that we have people without a car in the drive-thru (we’re not supposed to serve walk-ups for safety reasons) and he tells me to ask them politely to leave once they get to the first window (they’re not heavy enough to trigger the weight sensor under the concrete). By this time about fifteen more of them have gathered and they’re starting to make their way over to the window.

Once they get there I open the window and basically tell them that we can’t serve them. They’re obviously intoxicated and most likely players from the football camp that let out at 10, meaning that they’re extra super obnoxious about trying to get me to let them order. They’re all, “but we’re an invisible car!” and “you served walk-ups yesterday” (we didn’t). So I say to them that we’ll be happy to serve them if they were able to get a car. Reluctantly, after about five minutes, they finally left and we thought we’d seen the last of them.

I’m shocked at how resourceful drunk football players can be.

About ten minutes later this car pulls up to the speaker surrounded, once again, by all the football players. Apparently, they either knew a guy with a car or offered to pay some random person to go through the drive-thru for them. Either way, this guy in the car starts ordering a whole bunch of stuff and I’m standing there laughing because a) the football players all sound stoned rather than drunk at this point and b) all I have to do is take their money rather than having to make all their sandwiches.

In all, their order was over $60. It was great.

But all the dishes came back to me about half an hour late, and none of the other stations were clean because of this last mad rush to the finish, so we ended up not closing until about 1:15 in the morning.

Good times.

At least I’m getting paid.